I'll be a boy in a magazinenI'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to menYou asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazinennI'll clap my hand then pour in some sorrownI stole some things from you I could have easily borrowednnWhen you were pissed and on the ragnI waited around but now I'm packing my bagsnTo live on street in HollywoodnThey will love me therennI'll be a boy in a magazinenI'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to menYou asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazinennI won't have a bednI'll still have my string stained handsnI got home where animals are buried in the back yardnnWhen you were pissed and on the ragnI waited around but now I'm packing my bagsnTo live on street in HollywoodnThey will love me therennI'll be a boy in a magazinenI'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to menYou asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazinenn(repeat chorus)nnI'll be a boy in a magazine(magazineeee)nn(repeat)